Seeing Ye Futian, Long Yan's expression changed. He'd gone to the Celestial Pavilion not long ago and Ye Futian said he'd know the answer tonight.
Now, Ye Futian came to the West Court. What did he mean?
Ye Futian took a step forward and said to the beautiful woman beside Long Ling'er, "Greetings, Madam. I am Ye Futian."
Madame Long nodded. She naturally paid attention to what happened around her daughter. Now that she saw Ye Futian in person, he had an extraordinary aura. He was also extremely handsome, even more outstanding than Long Mu.
Gu Yunxi also studied Ye Futian. She was curious that the little princess of the Dragon Clan would call him so intimately.
"No need to be so polite. Sit." Madame Long smiled and nodded. Her gentle tone was refreshing.
"Thank you, Madame." Ye Futian nodded. Then, Yang Xing led Ye Futian to a seat at the side. Long Ling 'er's eyes were still looking at Ye Futian. She even winked at him, looking extremely playful. Ye Futian glared at the girl again.
If he'd known it would be like this, he wouldn't have come. The girl was too smart.
"I heard you've been taking care of Ling 'er these days. Thank you." Madame Long smiled at Ye Futian. Seeing her attitude, Ye Futian knew that taking back the Celestial Pavilion wasn't the Dragon Clan's idea. Only Long Yan or some people wanted it.
Otherwise, as the mistress of the West Mountain Dragon Clan, Madame Long didn't have to pretend to be polite.
"Madame, you're too polite. Ling 'er is very smart and doesn't need my care. I just played with her for a few days. Please don't blame me," Ye Futian said humbly.
"She's stubborn and caused you trouble." Madame Long smiled. She naturally knew her daughter's personality.
"Mother, I'm very obedient," Long Ling 'er said coquettishly.
"Yes, you're obedient." Madame Long rolled her eyes at her. Then she said to everyone, "Don't just chat. Try today's food and drink."
Everyone nodded and started to enjoy the food.
When they were half drunk, someone raised his cup to Ye Futian. "Let me propose a toast to you. Please."
"Please." Ye Futian raised his cup in return and drained it in one gulp.
The other party also drained the cup, then turned the cup upside down, then put it down and said with a smile, "I heard that you are good at playing the guqin, and Ling 'er even praised you before. You must be very good at it?"
"I can't say that I'm accomplished. I just know a thing or two about it, and I'm just starting to get a feel for it," Ye Futian replied.
"You're being too humble. If you're just a beginner, why would Sister Ling 'er give you the Celestial Pavilion?" The person smiled casually and casually mentioned this matter. Suddenly, many people put their hands on their wine cups, but their eyes were all on Ye Futian.
Just as Long Mu had said to Long Ling 'er last time, Long Ling' er had given a Celestial Pavilion to a stranger so easily. Although it wasn't too precious to the West Mountain Dragon Clan, to the younger generation of the Dragon Clan, a Celestial Pavilion was extremely precious. Other than the most powerful people, not many people could have a cultivation resource like the Celestial Pavilion.
After all, the West Mountain Dragon Clan had a huge family business. Most of the resources were enjoyed by the powerful elders and geniuses. Naturally, the younger generation had less resources.
Long Ling 'er had given a musical attendant a Celestial Pavilion with just a few words. How could the Dragon Clan not have any thoughts?
Long Ling 'er looked at the person who had spoken. Although she was young, she could vaguely feel that there was something wrong with his words. However, his words didn't seem to be inappropriate.
"I'm also curious. Since Sister Ling 'er admires him so much, he must be very skilled. Since it's Ling' er's birthday today, why don't we play a song as a gift?" Long Yan smiled.
"That's a great idea," many Dragon Clan disciples agreed.
"Brother Futian, ignore them," Long Ling 'er said, glaring at everyone.
"That's fine." Ye Futian smiled and nodded. "Since it's Ling 'er's birthday, I should play a song."
"If that's the case, please," the Dragon Clan said, smiling.
Ye Futian stood up. Madame Long and Long Mu watched quietly. In reality, they were also curious about Ye Futian's skill with the guqin.
They saw Ye Futian walk to the center. The gemstone ring on his hand flashed. Instantly, a guqin appeared. Seeing this, the Dragon Clan youth's pupils constricted.
He actually had something as precious as a storage ring?
Bastard, did he use the Celestial Pavilion's wealth in advance?
A young person like Ye Futian couldn't possibly have such a precious treasure. Although a storage ring wasn't very useful, it was extremely difficult to make and required special materials. Usually, only people of the Sage Plane or rich nobles from large forces could have such treasures.
Before, they'd thought that the gemstone ring on Ye Futian's hand was just an ordinary accessory. They didn't think that it was a storage ring. After all, rings were too common. Storage rings were rare.
Long Ling 'er looked at Ye Futian, anticipation in her eyes. Brother Futian's music was naturally no problem.
Ye Futian played the guqin with both hands. Instantly, his entire aura seemed to change.
Closing his eyes, Ye Futian felt the atmosphere. His fingers touched the strings and a note danced.
The music was very light and soft. It was cheerful and melodious.
Everyone felt the artistic conception of the music. They seemed to see a little girl growing up without any worries. She was innocent, pure, and flawless. She was as lively as a fairy, always able to bring joy. The little girl gradually grew up and seemed to understand sorrow.
The music was mellow and gradually became deep and sorrowful. The heavy music made people feel as if a huge rock was pressing on their hearts. It was as if they'd experienced a great blow.
For some reason, when she heard the music, Long Ling'er felt like she was seeing herself. She thought of many things in the past, those innocent and carefree days. As the music changed, she thought of her uncle again. Tears gradually appeared in her eyes. Her heart was stifled, and she panicked.
Madame Long's expression changed. With her plane, she was actually immersed in the artistic conception of the music. She looked at Long Ling 'er beside her and saw her tears fall.
The melody of the zither lingered, and the melancholy gradually faded away. The young girl gradually grew up, becoming calm and strong. She faced everything with the sun, calmly facing the past. Everyone had a feeling that it was as if the sun had passed through the dark clouds, shining on their faces and hearts. It was very, very warm.
The tears in Long Ling 'er's eyes disappeared too. She closed her eyes and was immersed in the artistic conception.
The music gradually became cheerful. The dancing notes seemed to be describing the scene in front of them. Long Ling 'er opened her eyes and smiled at Ye Futian. She could feel what Ye Futian wanted to express from the music. He wanted to say something to her. This feeling was really good.
She would definitely become strong and let go of everything.
Finally, the music stopped. Ye Futian sat there quietly. A look of admiration flashed across Madame Long's eyes. The music had penetrated the heart. Although it was not a superb musical sorcery, the artistic conception alone was already a good piece.
Moreover, the music that suited the environment was definitely Ye Futian's own creation.
Gu Yunxi's eyes also brightened. Just as Long Ling 'er had said, Ye Futian was skilled at music.
"I didn't lie to you, did I? Brother Futian's music can penetrate the heart," Long Ling 'er said, smiling. She was a bit proud.
Ye Futian put away his music and returned to his seat.
"Wonderful." The young man who spoke before clapped and said, "Musical spells have their own strengths. Today, I didn't expect to see a musical spell that could bewitch people's hearts. Such a song can affect others with its artistic conception. Sister Ling 'er is young, so it's no wonder she was affected."
"Long Huan, what are you saying?" Long Ling 'er glared at the young man.
"Sister Ling 'er, you're still young. How can you know people's hearts are unfathomable? This kind of music is just an evil trick. It's not worthy of attention," Long Huan said.
Madame Long looked at Long Huan. She wasn't surprised by his attitude. After her brother's death, the Dragon Clan had been in chaos. If it wasn't for her husband's ruthless methods, the clan would probably still be in chaos. Even now, some of the elders seemed respectful but they wanted to control the Dragon Clan all the time. Long Huan was a descendant of one of the elders. Seeing Ling 'er give the Celestial Pavilion to an outsider, how could he not be angry?
He didn't publicly criticize Ling 'er because of her and her husband's authority. Ye Futian naturally became an excuse for them to vent.
"That's right. Long Huan is a Dragon Master and is good at the guqin. He naturally knows this. Sister Ling 'er, don't be tricked," Long Yan added. Many people whispered.
"Enough," Madame Long said coolly. "Don't forget why you're here today."
With that, the banquet quieted down. Long Huan smiled. "Madame, please don't blame me. Today is Ling 'er's birthday. I won't mention it again."
Madame Long still had this bit of authority.
"Mother." Long Ling 'er looked at her mother, aggrieved.
"Ling 'er." Madame Long patted her head and didn't say anything. Long Mu glanced at Long Ling 'er. This girl still didn't understand. He wasn't surprised at all.
Gu Yunxi glanced at Ye Futian. Today's situation was undoubtedly rather embarrassing for Ye Futian.
However, Ye Futian smiled nonchalantly and said, "Ling 'er."
"Brother Futian." Long Ling 'er looked guilty. It seemed that she'd made a mistake by asking him to come here today.
"Silly girl." Ye Futian saw Long Ling 'er's guilty expression and smiled. Although this girl was stubborn, her heart was still very pure. He stood up and took out an ancient token. He walked to Long Ling' er and said, "This is the Celestial Pavilion token. Keep it well."
Seeing this, everyone was surprised.
"Brother Futian." Long Ling 'er stood up. "I promised to give this to you. Don't listen to them."
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